Zen Humor
I’ve been thinking so much
I miss a lot.
While I’m thinking about what happened
something else is always happening.
So I tried not thinking
and began to think about that…
Tonight, waking, half asleep
I found this.
It was there,
a delight.
I’ve been up since
writing this damned poem.
Thinking about it.
Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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2 comments:
This is the kind of multi-dimensional, interactive poetry I really enjoy. It's the new direction in the poetic arts, I believe. I also enjoy the flow of this poem and the way it so clearly describes my feelings on a sleepless night when the big questions loom even larger in my mind. You were right, Dave. Till you're over 60 nothing makes sense.
Thanks Angel.
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